“Wise men say only fools rush in, oh
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you”
I brought out the big guns for this chapter: “Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Ingrid Michaelson. This was my wedding song (albeit the Elvis version) and every single time I hear it gives me all the feels. It’s simple, it’s monumental, it’s pure, it’s so them.
-Her-
She could feel his heart beat against her chest and she thought that might be the best feeling in the whole world. His arms were wrapped around her and his beard was catching in her hair. It was perfect.
She only let go of him so she could get more comfortable on her daybed.
“I know it’s late, but would you stay with me? Just a little longer?” she was being impudent but she didn’t have it in herself to care.
“Yes. Anything for you.” the corner of his mouth curved into a smirk and then a full smile.
She shoved the pillow she slept with into the corner of the bedframe for him to lean against and then told him to do just that. He looked a little stunned at her bossiness and brazenness but he also looked like he liked it. She got up to retrieve her comforter from her wardrobe and turn off the lights. She turned around to see that he had done as she asked. His whole right side was jammed up against the metalwork of the back of her daybed, his legs were spread, his left foot on the floor. She had him just where she wanted him.
She sat down between his legs and unfurled her blanket. He must have known right where she was going to sit, but he still seemed a little apprehensive when she covered them with her blanket and curled up to lay on his chest.
She propped her chin on his chest to look at him. “I just wanted to be comfortable. I like feeling your heartbeat.”
The look of shock on his face was quickly replaced with a look of hunger.
“I don’t mind.” he was breathless.
She smirked knowingly at him then lay down. She had her left hand under her head by her ear and her right hand over his heart.
“Will you tell me about work? I miss everyone at the agency.” she was considering visiting when she was fully recovered.
“Really? Alright.” he sounded surprised, but like he didn’t mind. He wrapped his arms around her.
He spoke in a low quiet voice that both soothed and exhilarated her. She closed her eyes to listen. She opened her eyes some time later when she realized she couldn’t hear him.
She looked up to see that he had fallen asleep. He looked so peaceful, she didn’t have the heart to wake him. She laid her head back on his chest and shut her eyes.
“I love you.” she whispered in the dark.
There she was doing reckless and stupid things again.
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Fanfiction"But I would rather feel the sting Than never to have felt a thing I'll always know you were the one To rip me from the ground"
